In a marvellously manic mood after a most magnificent Monday work session. It has been about a month since I did anything serious except stroll around white sand beaches and go on random adventures which were all slightly different but basically the same.
If you have no business, you have no business traveling the world as you please. It’s something I often remind myself when I’m on the edges of the earth and the edge of sanity. It’s easy to get lost in the whole whitewash and get spit out on the rocks; you know end up teaching English somewhere you don’t want to be or worse, come home and get tied to a leash.
No dog likes a leash like most people don’t like being wage slaves but they get used to it. That said, if you take a stray dog which is basically what travelers become and try and tie them to a short leash or worse, throw them in some inhumane cage from 9-5 week long; they’ll go nuts and be dead from a self imposed hunger strike in no time.
Suffice to say, Big Corn Island has everything one needs for a bare-bones office. I was hustling like I often do yesterday and it’s a weird lonely time when you’ve let your wagon stop rolling and you look up that hill. Normally the momentum carries you to far flung places but at times when it’s stopped it takes all the energy in the world and a little faith that it will roll once more.
I’m off to my regular breakfast spot where I’ll consume a pot of coffee, fresh lime juice, baked beans and two eggs for $2. Long story short, the little island is good times but it’s absolutely toxic during the week if one isn’t retired or on vacation. At 6am when that fan cuts and your edge network connection stalls out loading an email; you say “$@# it” and the loop continues.
That photo is downtown on Corn Island aka Big Corn, FYI.
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